In truth, after experiencing more and more, the changes had still happened to Hayato.
For example, he no longer feared death that much.
Fearlessness in the face of death was not necessarily a good thing for some people.
In fact, he had no certainty of victory against Thanos.
The same was true even against Dormammu.
He would fight first and talk later. If he won, everything would be easy to discuss; if he lost, he would make plans then.
Compared to that, knowing the outcome beforehand would make it meaningless instead.
Jessica could neither laugh nor cry at Hayato's words.
That was so Hayato.
Sometimes, he was just that unserious.
Nebula was dazed, muttering to herself as she repeated the same words. "You don't know how powerful that person is. No one can defeat him. No one..."
Hayato angrily flicked her forehead hard.
Nebula looked up in confusion. "What are you doing? Why did you hit me?"
Hayato glared. "Look at your body. It's already like that, so what are you afraid of? If you die, then you die."
Nebula suddenly became agitated. "I'm not afraid of dying! If I die, who will avenge my people? If I die, what will happen to my sister? If I die, who will remember that I ever existed? If I die..."
Jessica pulled Nebula into her arms and held her against her chest.
Nebula cried like a child.
Jessica glared at Hayato, her eyes saying, Why are you bullying her?
Hayato spread his hands, looking innocent. How was I bullying her? A good cry to let it all out is good for physical and mental health.
Jessica: Excuses!
Hayato rubbed his nose. Arguing with women was unreasonable to begin with. Forget it. He winked at Kate.
Kate pretended to be confused.
Jessica reached